It's Mother's Day, the first Mother's Day that I have been the mother of TWO children. We knew about Rachel last year, but she wasn't totally ours yet. I talked Steve into taking a rare mother/daughter picture this morning.
The girls wanted to wear their Chinese outfits to church. I love those little dresses, too. Besides, it was kind of a neat little tribute to the other mothers in their past. I found myself thinking of their other mothers today and wishing that they could see our girls now, see how happy and beautiful they are. I thought of Katherine's birthmother, who carried her for 9 months and who made sure that her baby was left in a safe place when she couldn't care for her. I thought of the nannies in Katherine's orphanage who cared for her so lovingly for 9 months. I thought of Rachel's birthmother, who carried her for 9 months, kept and loved her for a week or so, and finally left her safely at a farmer's gate when she decided that she could not raise her. I thought of Rachel's foster mother, who loved and cared for Rae as if she were her own for many, many months. I am so grateful to all of these women. I am so glad that they have been a part of my daughters' lives. I know that I am the lucky one, the mother that gets to raise these girls, the one who will know them always. But I find it comforting to think of the other mothers somewhere in the distance. When parenting is overwhelming, I think of them and try to do what I think they would want. I sometimes remind my girls that their other mothers still love them, are still with them always. They are with me, too.